The scene was utter madness the good long fell to the boring and bland ***** that now I write apon.
Old faces had long since been replaced by these like button zombies.
Hey commenting is hard I could hear them amoungsnt all the other voices in my head.

And here I thought everyone had a opinion just like a *******.
The zombies were at the door my trusty Pub the one true place i could talk **** about the sites owner without getting banned and taken out back while being tortured having to read the darksides blog for hours listening to Yanni and Justin Bieber.
Good lord man its like starbucks and twatter   had a ******* baby and called it Hello.

My fellow comrades had long since left for higher ground or the nut house really finger painting and graham crackers are so overrated.
Trust me I know cause i have alot of crazy friends who told me so.
Im kidding its cause im ******* nuts  just when im off my meds that is did anyone hear that?

The like zombies just kept pushing that ******* button.
I mean really if it was a free drinks or a ******* button id get it folks.
Hell id probaly have corpral tunnel by now  duh that would kick ***.

Comments had fallen to the evil zombie button of doom.
And no matter were I turned I couldnt get away from it.
This write has fifteen comments.
No the **** it doesnt there ******* likes yes much like ****** the **** was spreading faster than
clap in ******* not that id know.

I couldnt take it any longer moving at the breakneck speed of drunken hampster who cant stay in the wheel
I was off.
To the land of no return the offices of the website inwhich ive annoyed the ***** outta for way to many years
no not facebook  I only go there to read **** that no one could give a **** less about.

Tina just eat a steak mmmm.
******* fasinating Tina!

Taking a long walk okay drive cause walking really screws with my drinking.
I made my way through the land of no return no not Canada.
To the center  of mount who gives a *****.
It was there at the gates of the mighty lair of the dark lord I stood flask in side pocket
The doors opened and as i walked in the empty room I was met by a huge flat screen
hmm must be where the staff watches **** or animal planet thoose animals are
total freaks.

But enough with the foreplay children.

A face appeared apon the screen.
So I see you've finally shown Gonzo   how dare you enter the fortress of the dark lord.
Well ya know the dark lord really needs some security I mean really who the hell keeps there fortress next to a bed bath and beyond?

Look you crazy ******* the anger hampster said .
They have some really great stuff oils and canddles  why me and my other half love it.
Hey did you all meet on a trip in the mountians where you were herding sheep.
Dam you Broke Back Mountian now  my wife really wonders what im up to on my fishing trips.
Thanks for ruining it for all of us.

Well Gonzo you may have  found my hidden fortress but never will you leave.
Yeah I will.
You cant!
Oh Yes I can !
Oh no you wont!
Yeah I will!
We continued this argument for what seemed like ages then finally after a canadian popstars ***** finally dropped it ended.
Duh I do have a life after all people.
Yeah I know but ****** I could if i wanted to.

So just  how do you expect to leave my frotress of doom.
Duh ******* through the front door.
You cant its locked .
Hey like i cant get outta places i dont belong  look i got outta rehab  no no no.
Talk about a ****** party  its almost as bad as my spelling yeah sometimes jokes hurt.

But I do gotta ask lord ***** for brains how do ya get all thoose likes
I mean people used to comment there arses off even me sure i cant remember what i said
but hell i was under the influence I know shocking right?

Okay you drunken ******* I'll let you know witness my geinus!
With that the dark lords fishing buddy  pulled back a curtan to reveil  a room full of
cracked out cyber monkeys all sitting in front of like buttons .
With every push theyd get yet another hit of some sort of fruit duh like monkeys like drugs
yeah you think being they throw there **** around and all but really there just mean ******.

Mr pickles just did a thousand likes.
****** someone needs to stop the insanity.
The evil dark lord laughed like a sinister women does usally when i mention ***.
I swear no wonder I use esscorts im kidding there just regular hookers.

And now Gonzo I reveil to you your own like button.
There at a small desk with my name written apon the table in what couldnt be magic marker dam little monkeys
they love to write **** or with it at least hay whatever floats your boat or tree im just saying.

Mr pickels  pushed the button on my desk a little slot opened up
and a ice cold beer and wild turkey chaser appeared .
******* kick ***  I mean how terrible.

The dark lord slash ****** with a heart of gold laughed his sinister laugh the monkey jumped up and down and played with thenselves  while listening to there God Justin Bieber.

Was All hope lost?
Will Gonzo a infamouse party hampster be able to turn down a free drink?

Will the dark lord win in his battle to **** the site and raise the money for his *** change?
Will MR Pickels finally finish his novel titled No **** A Life story written in all organic ink.

Will Justin Bieber finally fly into the side of a mountain!

Tune in next time hampsters to the shocking finally  Gonzo And The Like Button Of Doom.

Yeah it really ***** when ya dont get a happy ending just ask John Travolta.

Till next time hampsters stay crazy

We’re the salty dogs of mo-der-ni-ty,
Robot starfish programmed so expertly
(And we’d like to state most em-phat-ic-ly
There’s no cannibalism in the Royal Navy.)

As we sail the blue waters virtually,
There’s a thigh for you and a femur for me
(Just a wee little joke, as you can plainly see;
There’s no cannibalism in the Royal Navy.)

We sing along to Yanni and John Tesh
Though we’d prefer to have them in the flesh
(It’s their haunting tunes we find quite tasty;
There’s no cannibalism in the Royal Navy.)

We serve the nation and prove our worth,
Map the sewers of Brixton, gnaw on Colin Firth
(He treads the boards in-spi-ray-shun-ly;
There’s no cannibalism in the Royal Navy.)

When our duty’s done and the day is through
We have a most proper naval bar-be-cue
(Though we replace officers most fre-quent-ly
There’s no cannibalism in the Royal Navy.)

when i see people i mostly see wrackages,
same **** different packages,
they never search for messages,
except on their smartphones.
Addicts...
I can't stand it.
So i put on a cloak like a wizard,
fly trough blizzards,
smile to lizards.
My familly are good folks fighters,rebels,
you can't buy them with papers,
you can't fool them with labels.

Part I: Introduction

My sweet Knight, my dearest Ant,
This introduction is more of a self-induced and frustrated rant.

Your patience and love is much appreciated,
I know that you have been waiting for this for a while now, so you must be elated.

Please forgive me for taking so long,
I wrote this in sections so you can understand my heart and where in it, you belong.

It is more of a letter than a poem, but I still wanted to rhyme,
Sorry for my continuous and endless rambling, and for wasting time.

Please excuse my disorganized thinking,
I will admit that some parts were written while I was drinking.

I hope that you enjoy it, despite this unsatisfactory effort to help you see,
The ways that I adore you and how special you are to me.

Part II: Fine Arts

I promised to write a poem, a special one just for you,
Writer's block hindered me, so I turned to art hoping it‘d grant me a different point of view.

I find the best ways that I express myself is through music, writing, and fine arts,
But all I could do was write your name in calligraphy, followed by endless red hearts.

Colourful paints on a eggshell white canvas could never capture your essence,
Your soul shines brighter than the pigments that could never glow with such iridescence.

I could not paint my adoration, so I picked up my pencil and held it tight,
And sketched until the side of my hand and wrist were completely covered in graphite.

I felt defeated in expressing myself through art because I could not get it right,
But if I am being honest, the most difficult thing to endure is having to say goodnight.

I will to show you the art I have created with you as my inspiration,
But for now I will move on to music, so make sure you tune to next station.

Part III: Music

I cherish music that resonates and reverberates in both our soul and our being,
Through auditory stimulus, it expresses such beautiful and affectionate feeling.

Feelings that are hard to put into words, or painted, or drawn,
But three minutes of a dedicated love song ends in a silence that seems to drag on.

If I were to compose my own, I would play in on my own delicate heart strings,
So you could clearly hear the way my heart flutters for you, and soars with its own wings.

I would sing lyrics that were as fluid as the strum of a guitar,
I would gladly endure the pangs that stung from plucking of various notes until it left a scar.

I trust that you would tend to my wounds and listen intently to my song,
I would compose it into a lullaby to help you rest all night long.

I would gladly jam to classic rock with you all day,
And dance for you as you watch my body move in a gentle sway.

Take my hand and let us dance together,
We can do it outside as we feel our worries dissipate despite the rain and cold weather.

Our warmed blood and rhythmic movement will help keep us warm,
Along with our own bodies that merge when we hold each other and we unify to one form.

I am overwhelmed with happiness at this sweet thought,
And if anyone interferes, the space between their eyebrows will be my next headshot.

Speaking of murdering to satiate my lust for death and blood,
I will move to the next section, when their bodies hit the ground with an echoing thud.

Part IV: ******

I reject slumber to hear your animal noises and witty puns,
I find comfort in our oddities, and if anyone tries to belittle you for it, I will ready my guns.

My axe and shield are ready and hang down each side,
My claws sharpened to easily slice through ill intentions and obnoxious pride.

Your shhhh’s and Daddy voice help keep me sane,
When I have a fury inside of me that craves slamming my shield into their brain.

You love that I am nurturing and kind-hearted,
But it is difficult even for you to headpat me to calmness once I get started.

If anyone were to pain or upset you,
I would rip their jugulars from their throat with my teeth and feed it to animals at the Bronx Zoo.

Speaking of animals, I know that I am your special Amazonian Witty Kitty,
I know that you find it cute when I am stubborn, and think I am so pretty.

I am an Awko Taco, but only you know this,
I trust you enough to be vulnerable and be myself freely without judgement, and that is pure bliss.

I cannot completely protect you from one’s cruel intentions once it is embedded in their mind,
But if I am there next to you, you will hear the bow creak in preparation as I wind.

No one will get away with hurting you, especially not while I am there,
But I will wait for your nod of approval before letting my arrow slice through their scalp and hair.

Part V: Patient Wolf

I hope that I have not discouraged you by making you wait so long,
To finish this inadequate poem that does not depict my love properly, it felt so wrong.

I have been wanting to scrap it completely for a few days,
Crumple the paper and watch it disappear under my lighter as it is set ablaze.

But I wanted to keep going and trying no matter what,
I know that you'd find it cute regardless, just like my Nu's and my ****.

It is specially made just for you, a soul so beautiful it shines so bright,
Even though I know that you are a Colossus-stealing, resource-hogging, filthy American Knight.

Part VI: Ecstatic Joy

I know that when I see you in less than two weeks,
I will smile from ear-to-ear until it hurts and pains my cheeks.

The days seem to grow longer and longer the closer that we get,
And when I try to sleep, I panic and think of stuff that I do not want to forget.

These thoughts have been resulting in many restless nights,
But at least I get to watch the Sun’s show of beautiful, celestial lights.

Colours like crisp golds and splendid apricots spread over the sky,
Rays sneaking past poorly placed and out-of-reach canvases on a ledge that is too high.

I cannot wait to be by your side,
We will both turn into blushing tomatoes with smiles so wide.

I cannot wait to be woken by songs of mornings and individual rays of Sun,
Beaming through the curtains of your window, one by one.

I cannot wait for the late nights and hushed talks,
The moon hanging over our heads as we lay around in PJs and fuzzy socks.

I cannot wait for the events that we have planned;
Yanni, the Zoo, and the museums so grand.

I cannot wait to pull you and Majima-san into the tightest embrace,
You will both wish that you had thought of a form of escape, or at least brought a bottle of mace.

I cannot wait to plant a kiss on both of your faces,
And exploring together and seeing all kinds of different places.

Part VII: Conclusion

You deserve so many beautiful words to be written and sent your way,
And I wish nothing but happiness and positivity to radiate in your tomorrows, but especially today.

Enjoy this very moment before pondering of what may come,
And never forget your struggles, experiences, values, and where you came from.

I want nothing but the very best for you, happiness and joy,
To appear at every point in your life, my beautiful and sweet boy.

I hope to be there through all the challenges that you overcome and goals that you complete,
Especially life’s experiences and all the hardships that make it bittersweet.

I love and adore you, so very much,
I am looking forward to holding you in my arms and feeling your touch.

With much love,
Witty Kitty

He intrigues me enough that I answer steadily and instantly, even though he'll take another eternity to give me another sentence. Even though I know Blasian wouldn't approve, that he's done so much more in 2 months than he's done in years.

But his baby face always softens me. Knowing when I've reached my wits end, he brings in new tactics to bring me back in. Always results in me laughing hysterically like a silly freshman, but deep inside I want to be the strong woman I aspire to be.
He told his aunt I was real, that I always kept it 100.

Just when I thought I was going unnoticed, I was the girl he always bragged to his family about. Showing how beautiful Yanni's niece, Fe's baby, Mani's little sister has become. Connected. You'd think it would work out. Unfortunately, like most chauvinists, it is difficult to realize a good woman until someone else realizes it too.